Rabbit
a short play
by William M. Razavi
Lights. A dinner table. Bunny Lafollette, twenty-something, is writing a letter.
BUNNY: Dear Mom and Dad,
First Christmas in the Lafollette house without you. Although we have all the same decorations up, including the one Great Aunt Ethel got from Mussolini, its just not the same without you here. I do hope you have warm clothes, especially for Daddy. I can only imagine how cold it is in those tents. We have out traditional dinner all ready. Im cooking the turkey right now. Youd be quite pleased to see that we got it all right. I even got Bean to make the squash and yams. I do hope it all goes well. Bean is doing the carving. We have an electric carving knifethat should be interesting. I was going to ask Bradley to do the carving, but hes doing the holidays in Long Island with his family. We have a full house, here though. My friend Chloe and her boyfriend James are coming and Ive also got a date for Bean, though he doesnt know it yet. We have to do something about him. Hes so surly I despair of his ever finding someone on his own. Hes always driving everyone off. He likes to pretend that its because hes been drinking but actually I think he just enjoys his own company more than anyone elses. Well, were going to fix his wagon tonight and have a pleasant dinner while were at it. We all wish you were here and miss you bunches, even Bean. Well save you some pie.
Your loving daughter, Bunny
Bean enters.
BEAN: What are you doing? Step aside. Go on, step aside.
BUNNY: You can send them a letter of your own, you know.
BEAN: I dont like to lick stamps.
BUNNY: These are self-adhesive.
BEAN: Self-adhesive? Abomination, I say.
Dear Mother and Father,
Lies, all lies. I dont know why you insisted on having another child after men, but really, the least you could have done was farm her out to some shepherd family in Bulgaria when you saw what she was like. Your daughter insists on making my life a living hell. I keep finding myself on unexpected dates with terminally stupid women. I wont bother you with the litany of their forgettable names and countless forms of idiocy, but I will share one example. Last Thursdayand I mean really, why Thursday, couldnt she be bothered to have a crappy date on a Friday or Saturday?I find myself lured into dinner at this Ethiopian restaurant with this atrocious girl from Dallas. Dallas? Why does your daughter know people from Dallas? This was nearly as bad as that girl from New Yorkthe one with the foot odor. Who are these people? Anyhow, minutes into the evening and I already wanted to claw my eyes out. My ears begged to be filled with hummus or its Ethiopian equivalent so I wouldnt have to hear any more. You wouldnt believe the things Ive heard. I hope I never live long enough to actually lay eyes on a "spirit stick" and if I do I intend to only live so long as to put that stick where it belongs. As if that wasnt enough to drive me mad, she proceeded to tell me that she felt sad for all those Ethiopians because they were all going to hell because they dont know Jesus. So I told her that actually Ethiopia has a very ancient Christian culture to which she replied, ever so politely, that she was quite sure I was wrong and that even if I was eight it probably wasnt the right kind of Christianity which meant that they werent really Christian and didnt I feel sad for them and I said yes, I feel incredibly sad, so sad that I had to go away and weep for a moment, so I made like I was going for the bathroom, paid the check, left a big tip and ran away. You sent your daughter to college to learn bright ideas like setting me up for that. I will have no more of it, and thats why I intend to join you on your tour of Civil War battlefields. Im sure tramping across Virginia with a musket will be infinitely more entertaining than anything else I can do right now. I will, of course, require a loan to purchase a uniform and some equipment. I presume I can borrow some black powder from father. Merry Christmas.
Your son, Bean
P.S. Please send some cookies.
There.
BUNNY: Youre impossible.
Lights. Alexis.
ALEXIS: Dear Diary,
Christmas dinner with the LaFollettes. Im looking forward to seeing their house. I think Bunny sets me up with someone. I hope hes cute. Talk to you later tonight.
Alexis.
Lights. Chloe.
CHLOE: Dear James,
I know we havent had much time for each other in the past few weeks and I cant help feeling that were growing apart. But Im glad we can spend Christmas together at Bunnys. I hope it will give us a chance to catch up and mend some fences. I suppose its stupid to call it mending fences if were not supposed to have fences, but I thought it sounded good at first. Oh, well, we can talk about my choice of phrases when we see each other. Love, as always, your Chloe.
Lights. Emerson.
EMERSON: Dear James,
You are an incredible asshole. I hate you and I hate our parents for going on vacation during Christmas leaving me with youbecause youre an asshole. I dont what kind of naïve or assholish people would have to be to invite you over for Christmas, but either way I already dont like them. Fuck them and fuck you. Pick me up at six.
Sincerely, Emerson
Lights. James.
JAMES: Dear Jane,
I hope you didnt misunderstand me when I said that I didnt like commitments. Its not that I dont like commitments, I fear them. I would like nothing better than to be able to promise you something, but I cantnot until I can figure out who I am and where Im going. We can still see each other. I think youre really great.
Love, Pookie-wooky.
Lights. Music. The guests arrive and the pithy greetings are all mimed. Chloe, James, Alexis and Bunny sit at the table while Emerson and Bean stand in opposite corners, drinks in hand.
BUNNY: Dinners almost ready.
BEAN: Great.
EMERSON: Great.
ALEXIS: So, what kind of drink is that?
BEAN: Southern Comfort and Cranberry. I call it a Cape Odd.
BUNNY: Bean has always enjoyed coming up with his own concoctions. Remember that one you made when we were kids with rabbit pellets and chocolate milk?
BEAN: The Ranger Rick. Yeah.
CHLOE: You had a pet rabbit?
BUNNY: Yes. I loved that rabbit.
BEAN: You didnt love that rabbit. I loved that rabbit. You never cared about.
BUNNY: Youve never gotten over the fact that it liked me better than you.
BEAN: It did not.
BUNNY: Did too.
CHLOE: What was the rabbits name?
Pause.
BUNNY: I think its time for dinner.
BEAN: Dinner? We havent even finished our drinks yet.
BUNNY: We can set the table, at least.
ALEXIS: Dont you feel so mature, doing Christmas without your parents around?
BUNNY: Its different.
JAMES: Where are your parents?
BEAN: They took an early retirement.
EMERSON: Lucky them.
CHLOE: So theyre on vacation?
BEAN: You might say that. Theyve run off to become full time Civil War re-enactors.
Emerson nearly chokes on her drink.
JAMES: Civil War re-enactors.
ALEXIS: Why would they do that?
BEAN: Father has always enjoyed doing his impersonation of Lincolns Secretary of the Navy, Gideon Welles. Now he gets to do it all the time. Though why anyone would want to traipse around Civil War battlefields as Gideon Welles is beyond me.
CHLOE: I think its fascinating that theyd want to run off and do that.
BEAN: Im sure you could join them.
ALEXIS: I think the Civil War is boring. Dont you, James?
JAMES: I think it depends on your perspective.
ALEXIS: Really? I just dont get it.
JAMES: Well, I think its one of those things that you might appreciate when youre older.
CHLOE: I know exactly what you mean. I
ALEXIS: I do too.
JAMES: I think Ive matured significantly in the past few years.
EMERSON: You could have fooled me.
JAMES: When I think of who I was when I was seventeen or eighteen, I just laugh now.
ALEXIS: Really?
JAMES: Oh, yeah. I didnt really understand the world then, not like I do now. If I could take my personality now and insert it into a seventeen year old
BEAN: Youd have quite a party.
ALEXIS: Thats really fascinating.
EMERSON: Jesus.
BUNNY: So, Emerson, are you seeing anybody?
EMERSON: Im seeing several idiots right now.
BUNNY: I meant are you dating anyone?
EMERSON: Are you kidding? Do you know the kind of drunk losers I meet on the weekends. Theyd have to fuck me running.
BEAN: Oh, and they would.
CHLOE: So, what was the rabbits name?
ALEXIS: Rabbits are stupid.
BEAN: Ill tell you whats stupid
BUNNY: Bean, why dont you sit down?
BEAN: I dont like chairs.
BUNNY: Dont lie.
BEAN: I like chairs. My ass doesnt like chairs. Big conflict.
BUNNY: Come on, Bean. Just sit down next to Alexis and
BEAN: And whose lap am I supposed to sit on.
CHLOE: We could all scoot over one.
BEAN: Oh, sure. Then James here gets a fresh seat and I have to wallow in his butt sweat. No, I wont do that.
BUNNY: Emerson? Maybe you can sit here.
EMERSON: Do you have a kiddie table? I dont think I can handle the grownups.
ALEXIS: So, James, what do you do?
BUNNY: I should get dinner.
CHLOE: Ill help.
Bunny and Chloe get up. James and Alexis whisper and flirt.
BUNNY: Whats going on?
CHLOE: I dont know.
BUNNY: Bean, give us a hand here.
Bean claps sarcastically.
BEAN: Oh, alright.
Bean goes over to help with the food.
BEAN: Youre making me miss a perfectly good conversation about William Faulkner.
CHLOE: Really?
BEAN: Of course not.
CHLOE: This is awful.
BUNNY: This never would have happened if youd been paying attention to Alexis. I invited her here for you.
BEAN: You brought that harpy here for me? How could you?
BUNNY: Shes not a harpy. You dont even know her.
EMERSON: Shes a harpy.
BEAN: See.
EMERSON: I dont like her at all.
BUNNY: I think this is all a big misunderstanding.
The four of them look over at James and Alexis. They are clearly on the verge of making out.
BEAN: I think we understand pretty well. Chloe, your boyfriend is a dick.
BUNNY: Bean.
CHLOE: Im sorry Emerson.
EMERSON: Its true. Hes a dick.
CHLOE: What do we do?
The four of them look over again.
BEAN: Dont worry, Ill handle this.
Bean walks over.
BEAN: So, you kids like Faulkner?
ALEXIS: What?
BEAN: Faulkner. You may have heard of him. He was a contemporary of the great Tito Puente.
JAMES: Listen, Buddy we were
BEAN: Would you like a drink?
ALEXIS: Id love a drink.
BEAN: Ill make you a Lucrezia Borghia, though that is a bit redundant.
ALEXIS: Whats a Lucrezia
BEAN: Borzha?
ALEXIS: Yes.
BEAN: Gin and arsenic.
ALEXIS: Ooh, that sounds exotic.
BEAN: Oh, it is.
JAMES: Youre kidding, right?
BEAN: Yeah, Im kidding. We dont have any gin.
ALEXIS: Ill just have what youre having.
BEAN: Okay, here you go.
He gives her the remains of his drink.
ALEXIS: Thanks.
Bean walks away.
BEAN: Its like trying to bring down a moose with a spitwad. It all just bounces off.
EMERSON: Let me handle this.
Emerson walks over.
EMERSON: Hello, brother.
JAMES: Hello, Emerson.
EMERSON: You know, I was just thinking
JAMES: That outfit makes your thighs look huge.
EMERSON: Does not.
JAMES: Theyre monstrous. You should really do something about them.
Emerson walks away.
EMERSON: What do my thighs look like?
BEAN: Like a good weekend.
EMERSON: Those two are impossible.
They look over.
BEAN: Hes a dick.
CHLOE: I think Im coming around to that notion.
BUNNY: Well, what do we do now?
CHLOE: This is my worst Christmas ever.
BUNNY: Oh, Chloe. Itll be alright.
CHLOE: How? How will it be alright? Its my fault. I hadnt been paying attentionfinals going on and all that.
EMERSON: Chloe, shut up.
BUNNY: Emerson!
EMERSON: My brother was always a dick.
CHLOE: But I loved him.
BEAN: Everyone makes mistakes.
CHLOE: Two yearswasted.
BEAN: Some people make consistent mistakes.
BUNNY: I shouldnt have invited Alexis.
EMERSON: No, you shouldnt have.
BUNNY: This is all my fault.
BEAN: Yes, it is.
BUNNY: Youre no help.
BEAN: No, Im not.
CHLOE: I just want to curl up and die.
BEAN: No, you dont.
EMERSON: You want them to curl up and die.
CHLOE: Yes.
BUNNY: Well have dinner. Then we can all talk.
BEAN: Let me handle this.
Bean brandishes an electric carving knife.
CHLOE: Whats that?
BEAN: This is my boomstick.
BUNNY: Dont do anything rash.
EMERSON: Jail isnt worth it. See if you can get her then we can pin it on him.
BEAN: Im just going to carve the turkey. Well see where it goes from there. Alright, wheres the beast?
BUNNY: Here it is.
EMERSON: Its black.
BUNNY: I think I left it in too long.
CHLOE: Its hard as a rock.
BUNNY: Um
BEAN: This is going to be a hell of a dinner.
EMERSON: Well, here we go.
BUNNY: Its dinner time!
JAMES: Great. Im starving.
BUNNY: Why dont you get some sides while Bean carves.
ALEXIS: Arent we going to say grace.
BEAN & EMERSON: Grace.
BEAN: Ive never used an electric carver before, so bear with me.
Music. Something slow and Celtic. Everything moves in slow motion. Bean brandishes the knife and moves it toward the turkey. Bean starts carving but almost immediately runs into trouble. The knife is stuck on the turkey and it and the turkey jerk back and forth, then Beans whole body starts moving with the turkey, shuddering over the table as everyone looks on in horror. Then Bean picks up the whole bird as it continues to jerk and he holds it up in the air. It looks like it will fly away. The horror continues. Bean starts clubbing James in the head with the turkey as everyone watches in frozen terror. When Alexis attempts to extricate James she is pulled back by the hair by Emerson who puts a potato or apple in her mouth and proceeds to beat her with graceful savagery. Chloe tries to save James while Bunny tries to save Alexis. Both are unsuccessful and in the end the crumpled forms of Alexis and James fall to the ground. Music ends. Everyone is thoroughly exhausted.
BEAN: Anybody for pizza?
EMERSON: Im starving.
BUNNY: I think Tonys House of Pizza delivers.
CHLOE: On Christmas?
BEAN: Well give the driver a huge tip.
EMERSON: Heres a wallet. Be generous.
BUNNY: Merry Christmas everybody.
EVERYBODY: Merry Christmas.
EMERSON: So, Bean, what are you doing later?
BEAN: Im going to Virginia to re-enact the Civil War.
EMERSON: Oh.
CHLOE: Why?
BEAN: Because I hate people.
EMERSON: Civil War re-enacting is an odd choice for a misanthrope.
BEAN: I like the Civil War.
EMERSON: You sure you dont want to stick around for a date?
BEAN: Well, Ive always liked being the rebound guy. So, what are you doing for New Years Eve, Chloe?
CHLOE: Me? Uhh
BUNNY: Youre impossible.
BEAN: I guess Ill be in Virginia after all.
EMERSON: If you didnt suck youd have a date.
BEAN: If you didnt suck youd re-enact the Battle of Fredericksburg with me.
EMERSON: Maybe I will.
BEAN: Maybe well drive down together.
EMERSON: Maybe we will.
BEAN: Good.
BUNNY: Another relationship created out of spite. I guess we got you set up after all. Dont worry, Chloe. Well find someone nice for you.
BEAN: And if not, we know how to get rid of him now.
CHLOE: So, what was the name of your rabbit?
BEAN: Rabbit.
CHLOE: Rabbit?
BUNNY: Rabbit was its name.
EMERSON: Not very imaginative.
BEAN: Product of a compromiseshould teach you something about compromise.
BUNNY: It still liked me better.
CHLOE: Rabbit.
BUNNY: I wanted to call it William Howard Taft.
BEAN: And I wanted to call it Floofles.
CHLOE: I think it was a good compromise.
BEAN: Yep.
Lights. Christmas Music.